I sneezed so hard my eyes watered. Three times in a row. Brutal.
"Excuse me while my sinuses try to exit my skull," I grumbled, grabbing a tissue from the nightstand.
My bed felt like quicksand, swallowing me into its comfort after the day's gate training. Rain-soaked and exhausted, I'd finally surrendered to horizontal existence about an hour ago.
"Someone's definitely talking about you." Naomi looked up from her textbook, cross-legged in my desk chair. Her pink and black hair fell loose around her shoulders, still slightly damp from her shower. "That's what my mom always said about sudden sneezing."
"Probably Blair plotting my murder." I blew my nose. "She's been staring daggers at me since the benchmarks."
Naomi's forehead creased. "That's the fourth time you've sneezed in twenty minutes. Are you getting sick? We have the gate tomorrow."
"I'm fine. Just—" Another sneeze interrupted me, this one threatening to separate my soul from my body.
